The Plays of Shakspeare: Printed from the Text of Samuel Johnson, George Steevens, and Isaac Reed, Volumul 4Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1807 |
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Pagina 287
... Call you me fair ? that fair again unsay . Demetrius loves your fair : O happy fair ! Your eyes are lode - stars ; and your tongue's sweet air More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear , When wheat SCENE I. 287 MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM .
... Call you me fair ? that fair again unsay . Demetrius loves your fair : O happy fair ! Your eyes are lode - stars ; and your tongue's sweet air More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear , When wheat SCENE I. 287 MIDSUMMER - NIGHT'S DREAM .
Pagina 288
... Demetrius being bated , The rest I'll give to be to you translated . O , teach me how you look ; and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius ' heart . Her . I frown upon him , yet he loves me still . Hel . O , that your frowns ...
... Demetrius being bated , The rest I'll give to be to you translated . O , teach me how you look ; and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius ' heart . Her . I frown upon him , yet he loves me still . Hel . O , that your frowns ...
Pagina 289
... Demetrius ! — Keep word , Lysander : we must starve our sight From lovers ' food , till morrow deep midnight . [ Exit HERM . Lys . I will , my Hermia . - Helena , adieu : As you on him , Demetrius dote on you ! [ Exit Lys . Hel . How ...
... Demetrius ! — Keep word , Lysander : we must starve our sight From lovers ' food , till morrow deep midnight . [ Exit HERM . Lys . I will , my Hermia . - Helena , adieu : As you on him , Demetrius dote on you ! [ Exit Lys . Hel . How ...
Pagina 296
... DEMETRIUS , HELENA following him . Dem . I love thee not , therefore pursue me not . Where is Lysander , and fair Hermia ? The one I'll slay , the other slayeth me . Thou told'st me , they were stol'n into this wood , And here am I ...
... DEMETRIUS , HELENA following him . Dem . I love thee not , therefore pursue me not . Where is Lysander , and fair Hermia ? The one I'll slay , the other slayeth me . Thou told'st me , they were stol'n into this wood , And here am I ...
Pagina 297
... Demetrius , The more you beat me , I will fawn on you : Use me but as your spaniel , spurn me , strike me , Neglect me , lose me ; only give me leave , Unworthy as I am , to follow you . What worser place can I beg in your love , ( And ...
... Demetrius , The more you beat me , I will fawn on you : Use me but as your spaniel , spurn me , strike me , Neglect me , lose me ; only give me leave , Unworthy as I am , to follow you . What worser place can I beg in your love , ( And ...
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Aaron Andronicus Anne Bassianus bear blood brother Buck Buckingham cardinal CATESBY Cham CHIRON Clar Clarence curse dead dear death deed Demetrius Dorset dost doth Duch duke Duke of NORFOLK Edward Eliz emperor empress Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear friends Gent gentle give Gloster Goths grace gracious hand hate hath hear heart heaven Hermia Hippolyta hither honour Kath King RICHARD king's lady Lavinia live look lord Lord Chamberlain lord Hastings Lucius Lysander madam Marcus mother Murd murder never night noble peace PHILOSTRATE pity pray prince Puck Pyramus queen Quin revenge Rich Richmond Rome SATURNINUS SCENE Sir THOMAS LOVELL sleep sons sorrow soul speak Stan sweet Tamora tears tell thee Theseus thine Thisby thou art thou hast Titania Titus TITUS ANDRONICUS tongue unto weep
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Pagina 286 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Pagina 295 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Pagina 134 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree ; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all, — Guilty ! guilty ! I shall despair.
Pagina 6 - Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun And descant on mine own deformity. And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover To entertain these fair well-spoken days, I am determined to prove a villain And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
Pagina 6 - But I. that am not shap'd for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass ; I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph ; I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at mo as I halt by them...
Pagina 237 - Love thyself last; cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace , To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's: then if thou fall'st, 0 Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Pagina 34 - As we paced along • Upon the giddy footing of the hatches, Methought that Gloster stumbled ; and, in falling, Struck me, that thought to stay him, overboard Into the tumbling billows of the main.
Pagina 337 - I had, — but man is but a patched fool, if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report...
Pagina 234 - This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye : I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes
Pagina 35 - Lord ! methought what pain it was to drown ! What dreadful noise of water in mine ears ! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes ! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks ; A thousand men that fishes gnaw'd upon ; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.